The dust and smoke rose, and the shouts of killing sounds shook the sky on the mountain of Shaoshi.

The original Buddhist silence has now turned into Avici Hell.

Shaolin and the Central Plains martial arts side were originally few, and they were not opponents of top masters such as Tianshan Tonglao, Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu, Murong Bo. When this critical moment, the Shaolin abbot was ruined again. He couldn't even find a person who issued orders. The heroes fought and retreated and had been forced into Shaolin Temple. However, in the square, there were broken swords and broken swords everywhere, and there were monks in gray and yellow clothes. The martial arts heroes fell to the ground and whine.

The original bluestone floor was deeply footprinted, which was a trace left by the competition between internal strength by experts.

"Little Monk Xuanci! If you don't surrender, grandma will set fire to the monk temple!"

The Tianshan Tong Lao waved his hand, and the demons immediately lit the torch of the pine wood. The smoke was gone, and it was about to burn the Shaolin Temple into a piece of white ground.

All the monks such as Xuanci were seriously injured, and some lay on the ground and panted. At this time, they knew they were unlucky and they all touched and recited the "Sutra of Rebirth".

"Xuqing, what are you doing!"

A middle-aged monk suddenly shouted, it turned out that there was a great horror between life and death. When he saw that the enemy outside wanted to set fire to the temple, some heroes in the Central Plains fought and secretly climbed out of the wall to surrender. Seeing that the Shaolin monks did not stop him, the more they fled, and in the end they could not even stay the original monk.

"Amitabha, keeping people at this time is to kill people and save lives, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Let them go!"

Xuanci sat upright in the Great Hall and was determined to die for his martyrdom.

After hearing his glance, there were not only the young monks of the Xu generation, but also most of the ones of the Hui generation were escaped.

"Xu Zhu, you can leave too!"

Xuanci looked at Xu Zhu next to him and closed his eyes.

"Zun..." Xu Zhu couldn't continue to say it halfway, not knowing whether he should call him Daddy or Abbot.

The monks rolled their eyes in their hearts: "At this time, you are still only caring about this illegitimate son... Alas, father and son are naturally in nature, this is human nature, but you are our abbot..."

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"It seems that the remaining monks will never repent!"

The Tianshan Tonglao looked at the captives kneeling in a row, and there were many monks in the middle, and immediately shouted: "Burn for me!"

"Donor, wait!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple like a lion's roar, a dragon roar. The sound shook the fields and suppressed the noise of thousands of people.

The peaks echoed around, and the roars were rippling back and forth, which made the Tong Lao feel in his heart: "I don't think there are such masters in the world besides Boy Duan!"

Jiumozhi and others looked around and saw a gray shadow falling from the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. Without placing the ground, several rises and falls crossed dozens of feet away. The whole body seemed to have no flesh and blood, flying in like a big kite. The wonder of light skills was something that had never been seen in life, as if there was evil magic in the body.

"Okay! OK! OK! Grandma has lived in seclusion for many years, but she didn't expect that in Shaolin Temple, you, the old monk, would be there in addition to the Lingmen! Take action!"

The Tianshan Tong Lao shouted loudly, and Tianshan Liuyang Palm slapped out lightly.

On the other hand, Jiumozhi used the flame sword, and Ding Chunqiu used the poison skills, but Murong Bo's eyes flashed, he took a slight step back, and pointed to the empty point on his hand.

The gray shadow fell, revealing the appearance of the sweeping monk. At this time, his sparse long beards were completely white, and he said with a weak energy: "Don't do it slowly!"

Little did they know that the most important thing in the duel is to take the lead.

When the boy grandma in Tianshan saw that he was as good as a ghost, he was also a monk, and he was a great enemy today, so he attacked him as soon as he took action.

These people are all good players in the world, and they usually don’t want to join forces to fight against the enemy. This is the first time in their lives, but they cooperate perfectly. The palm power, knife power, and poison of the finger wind, and they really want to kill him with one blow.

At this time, even if Xiaoyaozi resurrected and moved to the gray-clothed monk, he would probably have to be seriously injured and died.

Unexpectedly, the old monk just put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the good place of Buddhism, donors should not act rashly and ignorant."

When his palms were closed, it seemed like a force turned into an invisible high wall, blocking everyone. The overwhelming palm force of the Tianshan Tonglao hit the wall, and disappeared without a trace, and the rest of the people's sword and finger power were like this.

"Is this person a human or a ghost?"

The Tianshan Tonglao looked at each other, and her face was filled with horror.

"I...I am a human being of course!"

The sweeping monk was slow and bowed slowly: "Please give me your best and be kind... Let me let go of my place where I live!"

His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the Tianshan Tonglao, Jiumozhi, and Ding Chunqiu, and paused on Jiumozhi's face. He nodded slightly and shook his head again when he saw Murong Bo.

Seeing that the old monk's eyes were dull and did not look like he had martial arts, but his magical skills were terrifying and awesome. Seeing that he stared at him with his eyes, he immediately said, "What are you looking at?"

"Amitabha!" The old monk shook his head slowly: "Murong Donor has mastered the 72 unique skills of our temple. The lesions are entangled, but they are more serious than the other master. The disaster is right in front of you!"

"The little monk has arrived as promised, so please give me a visit!"

After seeing Murong Bo, the monk raised his eyes and looked at Fang Ming's shoulder carriage.

"The stinky monk talks nonsense!"

Murong Bo coveted Shaolin's unique skills and secretly learned it. It was a huge secret. There were only few people who knew it. This time, he was revealed by the other party, but he was shocked.

But he was a rebellious person. After being frightened, he became angry and punched the monk with great force. It was the "Great Weituo Pestle" one of the seventy-two unique skills!

Unexpectedly, when the old monk was hit, two feet in front of the old monk, it suddenly felt like he was hitting an invisible air wall, and even more like he was hitting into a fishing net. Although the fist was strong, he had no force to apply and was bounced out by the air wall.

Murong Bo retreated in shock, but the old monk slowly stepped forward, stretched out his palm, and slapped Murong Bo's head.

When Murong Bo first saw the old monk approaching, he didn't care. He saw him stretching his palm to slap his sky spirit cover. He quickly raised his left hand to raise his face, but was afraid that the other party's martial arts were too powerful. After raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

The martial arts of the Murong family in Gusu were no less than that. After studying the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, he was even more wings. He raised his hand and floated his body. He seemed ordinary, but with one palm blocked all kinds of attacks in the world. When he retreated, he would go to the world for any pursuit. The strict and elegant defensive momentum was so ripped out. He was all over the martial arts masters. When he saw him using these two moves, he shouted secretly, even the Tianshan Tong Lao could not help but admire him.

Unexpectedly, the old monk slapped the light palm, and the sound of the wave hit the "Baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. Murong Bo's every pattern and retreated had no effect at all. The "Baihui point" is the most important part of the human body. Even if it is touched by a person who knows martial arts at all, it is also likely to be injured. The old monk hit the blow, Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and his breath was immediately closed and he fell backwards.

"Dad!"

Murong Fu shouted forward and slapped out his palms. His whole body was bounced away by invisible huge force and rolled to the ground, in a mess. Fortunately, he was not injured.

He was a very scheming person, and immediately pretended to be seriously injured and screamed loudly, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Please see the donor!"

The sweeping monk seemed to be in aging, as if he was about to die in the next moment, but every step was about ten feet away. In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of his shoulder carriage, stretched out his thin palm and wanted to lift the curtain.

Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu and others were eager to be killed by the sweeping monk, and they looked like they could not catch up with it, but they had some inexplicable and unexplained desire in their hearts.

"The old monk is really impatient!"

Squirt!

The curtain was lifted, revealing a white and jade-like palm, which slightly touched the sweeping monk's dry hand.

Crack! Crack!

The sweeping monk retreated several feet, but the disciples of Xingsu near Jianyu screamed and were bounced away one after another, and the Jianyu fell straight to the ground.

"If you don't know how to read the scriptures and sit in meditation, you will be hungry and dew when the wind and thirst are revealed when you are thirsty. Yin and Yang point out the eyebrows and break the orifices of the eyebrows, and you will seize the secrets of heaven and fortune!"

The white veil in the sky was flying like butterflies, and a young man with a virtuous spirit walked out slowly, and it was Fang Ming!

But at this time, Fang Ming seemed to have some inexplicable and unexplained changes, and his eyebrows, eyes, and his appearance was very different from before, but it was more like the true nature of the main world!

"You...you...you..."

Grandma Tong screamed: "Who are you? Where is Boy Duan?"

"Don't Tong Lao recognize me?"

Fang Ming smiled. When he was Duan Zhengchun, he intended to make himself look a little old in order to avoid being surprised by outsiders. However, he did not expect that after he advanced to the master, his whole body would be transformed and he used the spirit of the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows to reshape his flesh orifice, which not only made him return to the peak of his body, but also moved closer to the deity of the main world.

"It should be more than just an advanced master, but also the effect of Changchun true qi!"

Fang Ming looked at his crystal-clear hands and a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, he was already a true master!

"At the master's realm, the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows is always open, and the nature is truly like a person who is in charge. Does it always take charge of everything?"

Fang Ming felt all this carefully.

After becoming a master, his original total amount of internal energy has not changed at all, but everything is different! The feeling of controlling everything in himself and being able to mobilize the most subtle parts is really fascinating.

This is not the power of power, but absolute control!

Use your own "consciousness god" to control the "yin god" and thus gain full control over the flesh orifices!

At this time, Fang Ming looked inward and saw that his body was like a huge universe, with meridians like Milky Way, acupoints like stars, blooming with light and darkness, and the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows was the master of the stars, the star god in the sky, who ruled everything.

"The sky is endlessly hidden, and the human being is endless. As expected, the human body is a great treasure house!"

All the reactions of this body, even the use of each acupoint, and the consequences of stimulating acupoints, emerge in Fang Ming's eyes in an instant. At this point, countless wonderful qigong methods can be produced at will.
Chapter completed!